Winds of sorrow
bring the malefic stench
of the blood drenched razors
of the long rotten corpses

The Black reek of their melting flesh
becoming my sorrow, my pleasure
their presence as corpses, as nothing
satisfy my lust, my darkest wishes

In front of me, their faces
their hollow carcass
in the wind their static screams of pain
their last words

Now I'm sorrounded
by nothing more than corpses
as I always have been
as I always have wished

My soul
blackened and bloodstained
alone and forgotten
cold and lifeless

But am I really alone?
Is the wind as hollow as it seems?
The Darkness screams
the real world, is still out there

Why am I here?
as a long shadow cast in the sunset
blurred by the eternal vortex of suicidal thoughts
vanished by a world where I do not belong

The cold wind is like a razor in my skin
my naked soul bleeds in pain
my heart dies under the yoke of agony
but no one can hear my scream

Horrible monsters, reeking like corpses
their hollow eyes are mirrors of torture
my filthy soul reflected in their faces
is like the void of the eternal cosmic winds

Now the time for me have finished
excluded from them, now isolated
I crawl to the last shadow remaining in earth
as I bleed out in agony and pain

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